I think to myself often:"why-WHY can't you just unstick yourself and really ,really join the living?" It's a many layered question. I,myself didn't have a childhood filled with tons of happy memories,places we had gone and excellent familial relationships,truth be told. I had what i needed, but not what I wanted to make ME feel whole.

I close my eyes, and I see you

your face, your eyes and your nose too,

i remember being small

probably around three

i would go with you

in you fury and we would go see

go to the dump where all the garbage went back then..

we would drive all the way to the top and back down again

dump the leaves from the trees

it was so much fun

Grief is an individual adventure. No two people are the same. Every person, every relationship is unique. So is every loss.

Each death or loss comes with its own special challenges. Losing a person in pieces over time is no exception.

As the day comes to an end and the sun starts to set in

reflect back to what you should never forget

Count all your blessings and all the days you have left

The Grieving process goes thru various different stages

im grateful to be where we are to this day

stronger than ever and stronger than before

It hasn't always been easy and did what we could 

Grief is exhausting.  For the past five months I feel as if I'm living a double life.  Just when I think I'm making progress my grief knocks me to my knees leaving me struggling to get back up.

Mom this is for you

Thank you mom for all you do

im so grateful to you 

I look up and stare at a clould

at the end of the day

I hope I make you proud

Thank you for giving me your unconditional love 

again I look up, and I see a dove